Welcome! My name is Bruce. The goat gravatar is my goat Billy, the only one who understands me.
When I was born my parents ran a pub in the provincial New Zealand town of Whanganui. We then moved onto cattle, sheep, and dairy farms.
I taught Music and Drama for a year or two or more. Part of my life has been spent in North America – a lasting and wonderful influence. I have written over 60 plays and directed lots of theatre. For a time I was librarian at an isolated country school with students aged 4 to 18. I loved it, but the Head Master was a total prick so I told him to shove it. (I put that nicely).
These days I live just out of Stratford (a little town in a bump that sticks out half way up to the left of New Zealand’s North Island). I’m next to a volcano (Mount Taranaki) that hasn’t erupted since 1795 or something.
The volcanos on the other side of my house a bit further away (Mounts Ruapehu, Tongariro and Ngauruhoe) usually smoke away happily and occasionally explode.
I work from home formatting chemical safety documents prior to their being translated into numerous languages (at least I did that until these lockdowns put a halt to any security). I also teach piano and pipe organ to anyone who is talented but can’t afford a teacher as good as me (at least I did that until these lockdowns put a halt to any security)!
I am interested in gardening, playing keyboard music, learning and creating computer stuff, writing, composing, cooking (not very good at it – they call me “the master of the bland”), making pickles (chutneys, sauces, jams, jellies, preserves, that sort of thing), photography…
Below are some pictures to prove that pigeons can age one dramatically. See if you can pick the real Cloven Ruminant. Hint: he’s digesting the news.